Great Doctor Ling Ran

The lounge of the emergency department of Jinyunhua Hospital is about 30 to 40 square meters.

There are several old desks in the middle. They are randomly formed into an irregular figure. Everyone eats lunch or takeaway on the table in the middle.

There are a few green plants in the middle of the desk, and there are also around the office.

A dozen or so scattered chairs were thrown around, and another barrel of stool stood in the corner, like a barbecue stall on the sidewalk.

The lounge is facing south, with plenty of sunlight coming in, but not too dazzling.

The two resident doctors came in talking and smiling, and the first thing they saw was the sunshine on the table and Ling Ran who was playing games in the corner.

的 The two who were chatting stopped tacitly.

They sat silently in the corner away from Ling Ran, inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Hey, why don't you go out to eat." Lu Wenbin, a sturdy resident, looked at Ling Ran and felt like seeing a superior doctor.

Tong Tong's resident doctor was a bit lazy, but looked up at Ling Ran, and suddenly felt the pressure, nodded and said, "Then go out to eat."

The two got up together and were about to go out. Lu Wenbin said unconsciously, "Dr. Ling, let's go first."

"Okay." Ling Ran replied, still focusing on the phone screen.

When two inpatients left the lounge and walked far away, Lu Wenbin suddenly stopped and asked, "Why should I tell him to leave first?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why?"

I asked more than one little doctor. The lounge is a haven for little doctors.

Some attendants, deputy directors and directors like to stay in the office, and some like to stay in the operating room. In fact, if you can choose, most surgeons feel that the operating room environment is more comfortable, cut and cut to do some rescue Human affairs are simply comfortable.

Young residents and interns love the operating room, but there are not many opportunities to get in. As for the office-since the electronic medical record system has been applied in the hospital, little doctors have no pleasure sitting in front of the computer. . The average copy of an electronic medical record requires nearly 10,000 words. Even if copy-paste is used, the task of writing a case is still irritating in the face of an average of 20 to 30 patients per week. Drugs, doctor's orders, daily rounds, surgical assistants, continue to study and prepare for exams, accompany the director, laugh with the deputy director, accompany the laugh with the attending and so on.

As a result, sitting in the lounge where middle-aged doctors rarely set foot is almost the most comfortable time for young doctors in the hospital.

Until ... the crowd began to feel the pressure from Ling Ran.

The tangent suture is a four-level difficulty operation. Of course, the surgical classification is not based on difficulty alone. However, those who can perform fourth-level surgery are still the best among doctors.

Or, this kind of operation is actually the operation that little doctors dream of.

In theory, a tang suture can draw a senior attendant to help, and then transfer two residents to fight ...

When any resident or intern thinks about this, they would rather go to the rooftop to let the air out than to sit in the lounge, especially facing the screen. The extremely serious Ling Ran always makes people think of a serious superior doctor.

Ling Ran was unaware and still very happy.

Dong Zhizhuan's coach recovered very well. Although he was transferred to other departments, he was very grateful to Ling Ran. He was specially invited to add some trumpet in the club. When there was an intern practicing, he would bring Ling Ran together.

Although they often say something like “lost” or “increased difficulty” in voice chat, Ling Ran never took it seriously.

"Ling Ran." The lounge door was pushed open.

Wang Zhuangyong came in as an intern in the laboratory.

Wang Zhuangyong's white coat was washed clean and ironed stiffly. He also cleaned himself up, unlike a doctor, but rather a salesman in a car or real estate.

"Can you get off work on time today?" Wang Zhuangyong asked.

"Yes. Did you just ask on WeChat?" Ling Ran looked serious. The Cheng Yijin he is manipulating is trying to avoid the enemy's pursuit. The index finger of his right hand is sliding desperately on the left side of the screen. It is helping the thumb of the left hand—the excellent surgeon. Naturally, he must fully use each finger.

"The last few times you asked, you are working overtime." Wang Zhuangyong said, urging: "Go out first, Chen Haohan is waiting outside."

"Go away when you die ..." Ling Ran's voice paused, and she stood up silently, holding her cellphone in her pocket.

Uh ...

After eating with her roommates, Ling Ran took the bus home.

Mom Tao Ping cooks very infrequently. Even if she is in a good mood, she cannot cook once a week.

Comrade Ling Ling was very hardworking. However, there is no necessary connection between hard work and deliciousness. Therefore, even if Ling Ran is studying in a university in this city, he will not often run home for dinner.

下 Get off at the alley, the more you walk in, the less light you feel.

统一 The street lamps that were installed uniformly in the past few years began to frequently fail. Municipal staff would come to repair and change the bulbs every so often. During this period, the street lamps were segmented.

Fortunately, the doors of the shops on both sides are lit, and the red, yellow, and green lights are intertwined, a bit magical, a bit modern, and a bit social.

下 Xiagou is actually a lively place when people gather. The white-collar workers who work in the nearby office buildings will also come here for dinner, and occasionally buy some gadgets, give them a pin or something.

However, when the crowd is gone, the only street lights and door headlights will make people a little apprehensive, and when the shops in the alleys are closed, it will be even more disturbing.

Ling Lingran put his hands in his pockets and walked silently in the alley. After a while, he saw the red and yellow lights of his clinic.

The door of the clinic has been closed, and there is a small door next to it to enter and exit.

In the evening, there will be no more infusions, and the business of selling medicines will be less and less, and basically not done-there are pharmacies that open 24 hours a day, more than a hundred meters away from the alley. But there is.

A faint scent drifted in the courtyard.

Ling Ran wrinkled her nose slightly, very sure that this was the cooking made by her mother.

Mom cooking?

Wu Lingran was a little surprised, and walked two steps, opened the door to the north, and she saw a table full of dishes.

"Why are you back?" Comrade Tao Ping was surprised when he saw his son.

Ling Ran was silent for two seconds: "Nothing today."

"have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"That's all right." Tao Ping relieved and resumed putting chopsticks, and said, "I made Su Zhai. You can sit down and drink some soup. Dongsheng came down from the mountain and didn't eat anything."

When I was talking, a small Shami, about 10 years old, dared into the air with enthusiasm. When she saw Ling Ran, she gave her salute, and said seriously: "Hello Xiao Ling, UU reading www.uukanshu.com."

Then he saluted Tao Ping and said, "Thank you layman, the bath water is very comfortable."

Xiao Sha Mi was a tiger-headed man with shaved hair and looked like a small football.

His grey monk robes are clean and ritualistic.

Tao Taoping was very happy to see the small and shy little Xiao Mi, pulled it over, rubbed his head and laughed: "Winter is very polite."

Tong Xiaosha Mi Dongsheng's expression was stiff, and he whispered, "Just ... please don't rub your face, I'm applying cream."

"Oh, oh, it takes years of maintenance to be cute, just like our family Ling Ran." Tao Ping sighed and stomped enough to cover the son's head, and said, "It's not fun to grow too big. "

Ling Ran sat down silently, rescued Xiaosha Mi smoothly, and touched his light and tender head smoothly, and asked, "Is it for your master to get medicine?"

"Yes." Xiao Sami would go down the hill to buy medicines every so often. At the beginning, some people took it with her, and now she runs around by herself. He made a slight trade-off between rubbing his head and rubbing his face, and sat obediently next to Ling Ran, saying, "Master, this morning, helped the lay people to make pills, suddenly felt stomachache and stomach acid, and asked me to buy a few boxes of aluminum magnesium carbonate for later use. "

"The host has a stomachache," Tao Ping said in surprise. "I used to take the pills made by the host when I had a stomachache before, did he not use it himself?"

"Master said that pills can cure the root cause without urgency." Xiao Sha bowed slightly.

"It makes sense. Confrontation. I have taken a Tibetan medicine in the past two years, which is very good, and cures the symptoms. I will look for it, and you will bring it to Master in a moment." Tao Ping said and went back to the room to check the inventory. Already.

Xiao Xiaosha hesitated for a few seconds, sang a Buddhist horn, facing Tao Ping's back, and said, "Thank you, layman."